A poem
The Unfeeling
Today is a day dry as the atmosphere
Today is a day where dryness fills my soul
Today is a day where I dry out
The unfeeling is today
The unthinking is tomorrow
The unsoulful is next week
The unheart is next month
The unpain is next year
Time is a eternity that awaits
Time is a forever that sits at the window looking in
Time is a spirit clean as day
The unmusical is in the past
The unchallenged is in the present
The unthoughtful is in the future
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